Hist! The sonorous orchestral ambience
And the arabesque stanc'd ballerina
Her wee feet in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl
And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth
Egad! This quagmire
Pasteth her unaptly
Apt feet to the stage
Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden
By the mummer'd masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly
His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmer'd 'tis
Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam
Her sweetness never cloy
Further, further, further
His scratching and dallying hollow-heartéd eyes
Her breasts and vestal heart caress
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily
Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily
Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily
Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly
His one and sole swath
With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth
And her umbral foetal scream
As the song climaxeth
And slowly dieth away
